Bey-bee, there’s no more aye, ken or wit in my ‘posh’ voice

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Boo-boh-bor-bah-bey-bee. No, I am not experimenting in new ways to write my column, nor have I reversed time and somehow become a two-year-old child who’s unable to write.

I’ve spent the last couple of days saying that phrase over and over again, much to everyone’s confusion.

The only people who understand what I’m going on about is my classmates at uni who, like me, sound utterly ridiculous walking around the streets of Glasgow chanting it.

Why, you ask? Because, despite the fact we’re all journos, we haven’t quite grasped the skill of talking properly yet.

To put things into perspective, I have two styles of talking. The first is how I speak when I’m around my parents or my friends, my ‘normal’ voice. The second is more ‘journalist-y’ – all of a sudden, I’m ten times posher and 12 times more eloquent.

This style comes out to play whenever I meet new people or I’m dealing with customers.

My journalist voice is very different to my strong Falkirk accent and it’s a task changing between the two.

However, since beginning second year, we’ve been experiencing the delights of voice-coaching so changing our accents has become pretty much mandatory.

It’s phrases like the one at the start of this article which apparently help improve our breathing technique, diction and pronunciation.

As a solid 90 per cent of my class wants to work in some form of broadcast media, I suppose it’s pretty vital that we can all at least talk ‘properly.’

I’ve spent the last week saying daft phrases and making weird sounds to improve my talking skills.

Many people think journalism is all about writing and finding a juicy scoop but nowadays journalists can’t afford to be one trick ponies.

So there’s no more aye, ken or wit for me!